*attempts to PIT maneuver the roamer* Ahh, he's too beat up. I can't really get to that quarter panel. Also, cares about repair costs have gone down the crapper for me.
(Here’s what we should do - Let’s let @CampingRamen get away, but we catch him at a bank robbery later)
-18 hours later- Lets get some status reports (post them) me: applying good old first aid to my wounds (thanks zesty and brien) in Utah
As I’m cruising along, I drive past the area where my old house was. “Ah, what the heck, I’m not catching Parker in this state anyway.” As I turn the corner, I see the FOR SALE sign still planted in my front lawn. “How in the world did I not realize this place was still for sale? I guess having millions in the bank, it’s easier to not realize you’ve got 200 grand tied up in an old house.” I start to drive away, but pause. “Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I fumble for my key ring in my back pocket, and find my old house key. “Ha hah, heck yeah!” I open the door, glance around the room, and see two folding chairs and a card table. “Must have missed these in the move, I guess?” I collapse into the folding chair, and call out over my walkie talkie. “Hey boys, I found a base for us.” (TL;DR: I found my old house in Rockwood still for sale, and it can be a temporary command center)
*Talks on CB Brien, this is Nate... If you could hear me... I'm sorry... sorry for not helping you. I just watch you getting walled scraped on the side... but still... I will come to you...
*stops by a house* I thought he moved... *calmly drives away, but not before seeing cops respond to something* *they pull up to the house* *I drive away, thinking what is happening* (i just realized i wrote 30 messages tonight)
